Das EFX - Jussumen (Pete Rock Remix)

Smif-N-Wessun | Stand Strong (1994)

Black Moon (Feat. Smif-N-Wessun) | Headz Ain't Redee (1994) Beatminerz Mix

(Prodigy)
Don't get scared, just be prepared for the worst
The streets coerced my mind with crime
My 9 busts shots and outbursts
Through your back out your thinker
And show these crab niggas the power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon
I went outside to drain my main vein for some relief
Found a backpack full of G notes
And like a thief, I snatched it up
Back at the crib I stashed it up
Waited two days and started spendin' it fast as fuck
Straight up splurgin'
Open like a virgin with her first piece of dick, 10 yards ain't shit
I blessed all the gods with thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream, but it ain't as easy as it seems
‘Cause now these mob niggas looking for they cream
And word got back through this fiend that it was me
Who stole they lucci
Now they putting out hits tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in L.A. on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish, they tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage, Quran, what's the haps, kid?
(Man its whatever, I got the heat we can do this 'cause yo)

Hook x2
We all one when when it comes down to it
Bloodshed and war, yo, we gotta live through it

(Quran)
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like when Mary had Jesus
Nigga, I'm sniping crowds
Like that white kid on Higher Learning
Leave you on the ground with your fucking chest burning
What! We breaking out and unstoppable like acne
I'm rough and rugged, you cut more slack than khakis
When the Philly takes you to another state of mind
It causes you to wild and commit mad crimes
We dwell in the dark trees, sellin' Jeeps, '95 Blazers
Call us a bunch of hell raisers
Timberlands and Skullys is all you see
When you enter the harsh and rugged lands of Illy Philly

(Havoc)
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn, called up my son
"Son, yo, come through, I got a proposition for you
Keep it on the low so the plan won't spoil"
My crew's loyal, they came over in a minute
Then we kicked 'bout this nigga who think he getting bigger
Pumping on our side
Don't even know him from a hole in the wall
Tonight is gonna be his downfall
So fuck him and everything he stand for
About this time he'd be on the corner
Slingin; with a crackhead that be bringin
Sales to the building, plus the bitch is fiendin'
I figure we can get the goods, kill the nigga
And being that we live right next to the river
We can catch him off guard
Throw him in the water for the Coast Guard
Come on, god, the shit ain't hard
Think! Throw on your gear and cover up your face
And keep your eyes open for the Jakes
The snakes and the snitches
Don't wanna see a nigga with the riches
Acting like a little bunch of bitches
Pointing me out in pictures
When five-oh is like, "You know who this is?"
It's Havoc, you better recognize and realize

Da Youngstas ft Mobb Deep | Bloodshed & War (1995) DJ Filthy Rich Mix

Who got the props RMX (Black Moon & Evil Dee tribute)

YZ - (So Far) The Ghetto's Been Good to Me

KELLEN DE VOS - GRAND SLAM

you claim ghostwriter bro you cant ghost write your grammar lookin like it lost a ghost fight
every sentence a massacre commas collapse while your clauses ignite
you flex production but cant post no sight metadata laughs at your hype
i drop receipts contracts and files you drop excuses that bite

your verbs are extinct adjectives dead nouns misplaced
every line a crime scene every post a disgrace
i architect syllables build cathedrals from words
you stack letters like blocks but the meaning absurd

splitt from splitt records  i split jaws in sections multi syllable weapons dissectin your deceptions
you produced for d.s nah thats misdirection your resume a typo full of failed corrections
i engineer hits while you engineer lies your mixer a toy your studio is dry
every beat you claim is a fraud every kick you punch just a sigh

i fold rhyme schemes like origami my verses a maze
you stumble through bars in a grammatical daze
your crew a collection of clowns i spit missiles in waves
every line that i drop makes your mouth misbehave

im a composer with proof metadata in my file
you a poser with spoof every bar irrelevant and vile
talkin different breed but you barkin so mild
im a wolf in the cipher you a poodle gone wild

i twist syntax like pretzels bend flows like rivers
your lines drip like leaking faucets weak words that shiver
every internal rhyme calibrated precise
while you mumble in chaos cant even stack one slice

your spelling off beat your bars aint aligned
you ghostwrite for who bro you ghostwrite for time
every sentence you draft needs a spellcheck sign
you couldnt ghost my shadows if you plagiarized mine

i layer multi schemes like a cake with seven tiers
you spit crumbs on the floor while im shifting the gears
i bend words into weapons i turn syllables to steel
you drop flat pancakes while i break the seal

im packed with the patterns infinite layers of schemes
you stuck with the basics kiddin yourself in your dreams
splity splits syllables sharper than guillotines
your lines flatlined im revivin with machines

i calculate every cadence your flows cant compute
you throw words in the air i assemble them absolute
every metaphor a dagger every punchline precise
while you misfire and whimper like a dice without spice

so remember the brand yeah the motto legit
we dont follow we splitt and spit every hit
your jaw get split like the name on the fit
splitt records on wax and you aint cut for this shit

i engineer cyclones while you puddle in puddles
every multisyllable flip i spit bursts and huddles
your spelling a circus your grammar a mess
i leave the booth smoking while you regress

No Receipts

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